Published: August 27, 2025
Chapter 430: Wen Siyue
Hearing the woman’s call, Han Li was momentarily stunned and involuntarily shifted his gaze to her, stopping the sword radiance in mid-air.
“Are you a disciple of Miaoyin Sect?” Han Li asked calmly.
The woman was a young lady of about twenty, her face like warm jade, her skin whiter than snow. Her delicate and charming face was filled with surprise, making her look extremely alluring.
“I am disciple Wen Siyue, greetings to Elder Han!” The stunningly beautiful young woman quickly flew over to Han Li’s side, respectfully bowing.
Her breasts were firm, hips full, and her figure was exquisitely graceful. As she spoke in that sweet voice, an enticing fragrance wafted from her.
Han Li surveyed her coolly from head to toe before slowly asking, “How do you know me? Have I met you before?”
He was slightly puzzled, certain this woman was a stranger.
“Elder Han, you may not know, but although I have never formally met you, the sect master long ago hung portraits of several elders in the Hall of Offerings. We always see them whenever we visit the main hall,” the beautiful young woman said with a respectful expression.
Hearing this, Han Li was briefly taken aback, then felt a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
He hadn’t expected that the three women from Miaoyin Sect would go so far as this. It was probably their way of publicly promoting the idea that he had become an elder of Miaoyin Sect!
Han Li was somewhat annoyed but showed no change in expression. Instead, he turned and smiled at the middle-aged man standing nearby.
“Brother Wen, it’s been many years since we last met. How have you been?”
The middle-aged man had worn a strange expression since Han Li appeared, and now his expression became even more complicated. The way he looked at Han Li was a mix of envy and inferiority.
“I never expected Elder Han to recognize me! Even though I saw your portrait in Miaoyin Sect, I couldn’t believe it for a long time. Congratulations on your foundation formation!” After moving his lips, he revealed a bitter smile.
This middle-aged man was none other than Wen Qiang, a young cultivator who had briefly crossed paths with Han Li back on Kui Xing Island.
Although his features still vaguely resembled those from back then, the once pale and weak young man had now grown white hair at the temples, his face full of weariness, clearly approaching his sixties.
“Brother Wen, no need for such formalities. We have met before and are peers, so let’s keep it that way,” Han Li said with a smile.
He immediately noticed that Wen Qiang was only at the mid foundation establishment stage and had no hope of advancing to the core formation stage in this lifetime.
Thinking of the once vibrant young man now looking so worn, Han Li couldn’t help but sigh.
Actually, even if Wen Siyue hadn’t stopped him, he would have halted anyway.
After all, with his photographic memory ability, although he had little contact with Wen Qiang, he recognized him at a glance as he flew past just now.
Besides, Wen Qiang had left a good impression on him back then. Naturally, Han Li would lend a hand and not allow him to die right in front of him.
Wen Qiang nervously declined Han Li’s offer of help, but Han Li helplessly let it be.
The young woman beside them was extremely surprised by their brief exchange, her small mouth slightly agape.
Her big, watery eyes blinked a few times. Just as she was about to ask something, Han Li suddenly turned his head, his tone cold as he said to the opposite side:
“Where do you three think you’re going? Did I tell you to leave?”
The three cultivators opposite were already terrified when they saw a core formation stage help arrive.
But seeing Han Li seemingly ignoring them and chatting casually, they slowly retreated, hoping for luck.
Now, hearing Han Li’s words, their faces turned pale. They glanced at each other and immediately scattered in three directions, flying away on their magical devices.
While fleeing, they activated colorful protective magical artifacts and various shields on themselves.